Homeward Bound, I wish I was…
“Mom and Dad made me in Santa Cruz, California on Valentine’s day, 1959,” I told the Dali Llama in a Greyhound Bus Station. The Llama seemed intent on what I was saying to him. “Then I entered this world, in the flesh, on November 7th, 1959 at 6:46 in the evening.”
The Dali Llama smiled at me.
What a lovely smile he has.
He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“May I buy you a lemonade?” I said. He just shook his head no.
I am on a bus headed for Santa Cruz, California.
My roots. My home.
I bought The Llama some peanut butter crackers, and I bowed deeply before I turned and boarded my bus.
I’m going home.
